The one pleasure that never palls is the pleasure of not going to church.

[To her frequently needed plumber:] How would you like to be adopted? I'm sure it would be cheaper.

I had a vision ... of being found on the pavement by some passerby, with a small punctuation mark ending my sentence of life.

That is the tragedy of growing old, Chris. You don't leave the world. It leaves you.

there is no truly honest autobiography.

Politics is still the man's game. The women are allowed to do the chores, the dirty work, and now and then--but only occasionally--one is present at some secret conference or other. But it's not the rule. They can go out and get the vote, if they can and will; they can collect money, they can be grateful for being permitted to work. But that is all.

because we are always staring at the stars, we learn the shortness of our arms.